Tuesday, January 13, 2009
It's Not Always 9 Degrees in Chicago
According to a local weatherman, this week is traditionally the coldest week in Chicago. I can confirm that.
So here's photo evidence I took to prove that for at least one day last year there wasn't a foot of snow on the ground and a windchill of -30.
I was sitting on the porch of my friend's house on a rare spring day that was warm enough to enjoy outdoors. Everybody had gone inside to get ready for dinner in the backyard. I stayed behind just to enjoy the sun for a few more minutes. It was one of those perfect 70 degree afternoons, with a warm breeze bringing the scent of new grass, the fragrance of flowers, and the sounds of "Na na na na na." from people living in Arizona.
But the grilled steaks, baked potatoes, sliced tomatoes and steaming corn were beckoning, so I didn't stay too much longer. Food beats weather in my world. I should go back and take a picture from that same angle today, but why freeze my arse just to get a picture for you to compare.